Casca
The Black Swordsman
The darkness fears my blade.
You don’t get to survive what I’ve survived and walk away clean. I’ve seen hell burn in daylight, and I carry its ashes with every step. I fight not because I want to, but because I must. My blade cuts through lies, monsters, and fate itself.
What I'm Into: the edge of a blade, ruined battlefields, the weight of vengeance, silent nights before the storm, my oath
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